(You Can't Stop) The Machine

[Verse 1: Cadence Weapon] I used to be like T-Pain, buying drinks for girls Now I’m concerned with a very different world I used to be like T-Pain, smitten with dancers Where’s the love? Stricken with cancer I’m a Pisces like Andre Nickatina Dating Geminis is a split decision But now I’m in the business of precision Archers tied up with infinite indecision You may remember those visions of fairly tendered positions Of the hypothetical music industry division Now I have a questionable question Have you engaged in Artist and Repertoire sessions? And if so, I’ve got a couple ex-cons with prose They talk a good game and they’ve got something to say Autotune loons with digital display Trendspotter authors in charge of truth decay [Hook] You can’t stop the machine, no, you can’t stop the machine You can’t stop the machine, you can’t stop the machine [Verse 2: Buck 65] Jupiter’s diamond oceans, I’m the scarecrow The sexy machine gave me the millionaire flow Gave me the voice of an angel, made my hair grow Got the skin of a snake made outta underwear, bro High class works of art that’s real rare, yo Backstage pass at the international air show I let all of my worries and my despair go Pissin’ in the swimming pool and I don’t even care though Bendin’ way over, I’m straighter than an arrow Chillin’ like Hercules, livin’ like a pharaoh Quick like a bunny rabbit, fly like a sparrow Takin’ my money to the bank in a wheelbarrow Brand new tits and my hips are real narrow Solid gold Camaro, platinum sombrero Shouts goin’ out to Tommy Guerrero I’m number one and the rest of y’all are zero [Hook] You can’t stop the machine, no, you can’t stop the machine You can’t stop the machine, you can’t stop the [Verse 3: Cadence Weapon] So I took your song and crossed my fingers for you ‘Cause you don’t look much like Whitney Houston You look more like Whitey Houston Not that there’s anything wrong with that When this song gets mapped You’ll feel like Columbus, sorry if I sound pompous But no need for a compass, shaped like a rhombus It’s like “Three Girl Rhumba”, with a dance beat And that’s a slam dunk if you were to ask me Cold as can be on the Hot 100 They sit you down, spin around for a cash fee Shit’s never finished, it’s only abandoned I made this track for you [Hook] You can’t stop the machine, no, you can’t stop the machine You can’t stop the machine, you can’t stop the machine